Walayee Poet Lay Whitlock-Ishway Poet Dramatic Verse

Midnight Madness

HE walks slowly
along the engorged path
of midnight madness.
Spilling crude pain
each crippling step 
of the way.
With angular eyes
a fertile grim heart and
an infinitely defective 
MIND...HE
quietly steals 
the innocence of 
glossy blossoms
who unknowingly 
sprout or roam 
HIS gritty black trail...
Forever tarnishing
bushy roots 
and buds once pure,
mutilating their body, 
their growth,
their essence
and more.

Leaving behind Midnight Madness spores...

Lay

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Joe Maverick May 6, 2012 at 8:16 AM Yes Lay a deeply emotive write on my most unfavorite type.. so i will not say iv'e "enjoyed it " however you have expressed the sickness well..) Yours Joe

Michael J. Falotico April 9, 2012 at 4:41 PM Excellent poetry luv!! It's a pure write that comes from a deep soul. Always with a hug Michael

Nicola Noo April 8, 2012 at 3:13 PM I can relate to this. Well written.

Pace Ink-U-Script April 7, 2012 at 3:04 PM Lovely poem!! Enjoyed reading it.

Joann Grisetti April 7, 2012 at 2:23 PM Powerful words and images in this poem.